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“I do no read much, but I have never stopped re-reading Flaubert and
Jules Verne, Roussel and Kafka, Leiris
and Queneau; I re-read the books I love and I love the books I re-read, and
each time it is the same enjoyment, whether I re-read twenty pages, three
chapters, or the whole book; an enjoyment of complicity, of collusion, or more
especially, and, in addition, of having in the end found kin again”(W, or The Memory of Childhood, Georges Perec)
Reading George Perec is like rekindling
a kinship you savored once upon a time. You remind yourself of the rare moments
of clarity, presence of warm, intelligent mind and the gentle camaraderie you
felt all along. From Perec, who blended mathematics, reportage, linguistics,
cognitive studies and Dewey into delectable fiction, you expect nothing short
of objective and unforgettable insights, even if it is on his own orphaned childhood
etched by the holocaust.
Perec explores his own
unorganized and unyielding memories from childhood which he a…